It's Not Time To Worry Yet

See There?" Jem Was Scowling Triumphantly. "nothin' To It. I Swear, Scout, Sometimes You Act So Much Like A Girl Its Mortifyin

Nothing Is More Deadly Than A Deserted, Waiting Street.

Dill If You Don't Hush I'll Knock You Bowlegged.

I Know Now What He Was Trying To Do, But Atticus Was Only A Man. It Takes A Woman To Do That Kind Of Work.

Any Writer Worth His Salt Writes To Please Himself...it's A Self-exploratory Operation That Is Endless. An Exorcism Of Not Necessarily His Demon, But Of His Divine Discontent.